Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lightning Bolt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
Whodini,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
Slave,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
MC5,
The Slackers,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.